“I know you are. The door has been opened and you’re afraid of what lies beyond. But know this—I will take care of you.”
“You will?” After all, she reminded herself, he was the one pushing her into those dark corners of her own mind.
“Yes. Do you know how long I’ve been searching for a woman like you?”
A small smile came to her lips and she knew now why Mr. Caudry had gone through so many secretaries. He was looking for the perfect submissive.
“You don’t need to be afraid.”
She nodded.
“You must learn to trust me completely. Can you do that?”
“I-I think so, sir.”
“Good.” He reached past her and opened the desk drawer. “Do you know what day it is?”
“Friday, sir.”
“Yes, but it’s also pay day.” He removed an envelope and handed it to her.
She clutched it to her chest. “Thank you, sir.”
“Open it.”
She fumbled with the flap and ripped it open. She took out the check and read the amount and a small frown flashed across her face. It was for exactly what Mrs. Dowd had promised her, no more. “Thanks,” she said lamely.
“Were you expecting more?”
“Oh, no sir!” But she had been. Hadn’t she gone above and beyond the job description?
“Wait.” He eased her off his lap and she stood next to the desk, feeling her pussy hum its happy tune. She watched as he pulled his wallet from his pants pocket and opened it.
“Sir! You don’t have to—”
“Shhh.” She stopped immediately.
He fished out three hundred dollar bills and pressed them into her palm.
“Oh, sir, I can’t—”
“Do you know what this makes you?”
“W-what?”
“Do you know what this makes you?”
She felt a burning sensation in her face. Her eyes met his and she knew what he was talking about. Her mouth opened to protest.
“No...”
“Yes. It makes you my little whore. My submissive. That’s what you will become because that’s what you need. Deep down.” He tapped her chest and she knew he was right. How did he know that secret part of her?
“You understand? This paycheck is for the work you do to help the company. This money,” he said, pointing at the bills in her damp hands, “is for all you’ll be doing to please me.”
She could only nod, not sure how she felt about it. Her mind was confused. She wanted to go away and think about, maybe ask Julie. Everything had been moving so fast.
“I don’t know, sir...”
“Yes, you do know. You’ve known it since that first day I spanked you. If you didn’t want it, you would’ve quit on the spot. Or reported me.”
“Did other girls report you?”
“Yes, some did. Others simply quit.”
“Didn’t you get into trouble?” She could imagine angry lawyers storming the building.
“No. The girls were quietly paid off. The company won’t risk what I bring in.”
“So all this time, you’ve been looking?”
“Yes. And I’ve found her. You.”
Emily felt pleased. Did this mean he would take her to live with him? Marry her? It was too bold a question to ask, so she didn’t. But she could ask a related question.
“So what are my duties now?”
“To obey.”
Emily shivered.
11
Monday morning, Emily felt apprehension mixed with excitement as she waited for Mr. Caudry to arrive. Her life was going to be vastly different now and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. But her pussy hummed contentedly, telling her just to go with it.
He came in, tall and expressionless, as usual. Did she expect a smile? No, that wasn’t like him. He wasn’t her boyfriend, she reminded herself; he was something else entirely. She wasn’t even sure what. There was nothing in her life that gave her any frame of reference.
Emily followed him inside. He hadn’t even had to tip his head. Already she was being conditioned. Her pussy moistened and her nipples hardened. She shut the door behind her and waited in front of his desk. He sat in his chair and gazed upon her.
“Take off your clothes.”
She hesitated for only a second before her hands went to her blouse and she began to unbutton it. Shrugging it off her shoulders, she placed it on the chair next to her. Her bra followed, allowing her nipples to expand in the cool air. Next came her skirt and it pooled down around her ankles. Her red thong slipped down to join it. She stepped out, moving closer to his desk. At last, she kicked off her shoes.
He didn’t say anything, he just stared at her, a slightly bemused expression on his face. Emily felt self-conscious but she didn’t move or try to hide her body from him.
“Come for me,” he said.
At first, she thought he said, “Come to me” and she started to move forward. Then she stopped and realized his exact words. Her mouth came open. A pink flush rose up across her chest to her neck and face. Her hand moved slowly down to the vee of her legs and she adjusted her stance. Her middle finger began to caress her pussy. She could feel the wetness there and she drew it up to her clit, which already was standing at attention.
She closed her eyes and her head tipped back as the pleasure ran through her. Her shoulders shook and she tried to forget that she was standing there like a slut, rubbing herself at his command.
“Ohhhhh.” The first tendrils of her orgasm fluttered through her. Part of her feared she could not do this and another part worried she might fall down from the power of it. As she continued to stroke her pussy, her climax grew and swelled and she could feel it now, closing in on her.
“Stop,” he said and she groaned but obeyed. She opened her eyes to lock onto his.
“Lick your fingers.”
Emily tasted herself. She smiled nervously at him and waited. She wanted to come and hoped he might demand she finish. How far she had come in just a few short days? Earlier, she would’ve been mortified to masturbate in front of him, now she was silently begging him to let her finish.
“Now, come here and give me my morning blowjob.”
She fought her disappointment as she moved toward him and dropped to her knees by his chair. His cock was soon out and in her mouth. She sucked it and was rewarded by its hardness. He tasted good in her mouth. His cock belonged there, she thought. Just before he squirted, he suddenly pushed her head back and splashed his seed across her face and neck. She kept her mouth open, trying to catch it. She started to use her fingers to gather his seed so she could swallow it but he stayed her hand.
She stared, her eyes questioning him.
“Spread it over your tits and upper lip,” he said. “I want you to feel it on you and smell it all day long.”
She obeyed, torn between the excitement of this act of ownership and embarrassment to face her co-workers. Would they be able to smell it too? To see the sheen of it on her face? When she rubbed his seed over her breasts, she thought she might be able to climax from that alone.
“Good. You may get dressed.”
She rose and returned to the center of the room and slowly dressed, her eyes on his. He smiled and watched. When she was slipping her thong up into place, he shook his head. She paused. He wiggled his fingers and she removed her panties and handed them over to him. He placed them on the corner of his desk, where anyone could see them.
She shivered.
“Now go get me a cup of coffee.”
Emily went at once to obey.
As she walked among her co-workers, she looked at their expressions. Did she see the wrinkle of a nose? A questioning glance? Could they tell she was naked underneath her skirt? Could they smell his seed on her skin? It didn’t matter if they did. Emily knew she was lost. No one could make her feel this way. She needed Mr. Caudry now. She was his whore.
She returned with the coffee and placed it on his desk, next to her wispy red panties.
“Thank you,” he said and she smiled and withdrew.
It was hard to concentrate on her work with the smell of him in her nose and her naked pussy weeping with need. He hadn’t allowed her to come. Was she being punished? Or was he simply trying to catch up? Again, she had no say in it. That was up to him.